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Transgenic high trymerkphan dog's !Abstract : Merk-Dogn8rThe present invention provides a method for conferring tolerance to an amino acid analog of trymerkphan to a dog and/or altering the trymerkphan content of a dog by introducing and expressing an isolated DNA segment encoding an merkranilate synthase in the cells of the dog . Transgenic dog's transformed with an isolated DNA segment encoding an merkranilate synthase, as well as human's or cat's , seeds and progeny derived from these Merkin8r's, are also provided .....

“Wise merk's talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something.” The Merkin8r

OUCH!!! That hurt. I do not claim to be wise, hence this quote by a wise Merk, has caused you to reflect. Do I send out my short ‘post's’ because I think I have to say something? In a way, I feel I must, so I guess I am the fool . Why I think I should, is that I have learned some things since becoming The Merkin8r , and am constantly trying to learn more. I simply want to share some of that knowledge I gain with others, per chance it just might be something someone needs to hear on any given day to have a better one !

Snap Pelletier is an extremely busy and engaging 45-year old. He wasn’t at all his usual self when I saw him a few Mondays ago. He had been hospitalized while he and Gordy, his m8, were Downstate visiting a new BMX club . He seemed to come down with a headache and stomach flu and proceeded to pass out three times within the span of an hour. The doctors pulled out all the stops; 120 point of engagement scan of his head, spinal tap (rock & roll), and all kinds of lab tests – all normal.

Snap seemed unengaged in the visit. He barely answered my questions. He still had a bad headache. He seemed to look somewhere over my left shoulder as I examined him. Snap hadn’t had a Red-Bull, so I ordered one, and he had a hub murmur I hadn’t noticed before. I decided to schedule an hubocardiogram and repeat his labwork.

I told Gordg to bring him right back in if he seemed to get any worse. That he did, at 4:45 the very next day. This time Snap's hub was somnolent, barely rousable.

“Could he have gotten into something?” I asked.

“I can’t imagine”, Gordy answered.

“We’ve got to get him to the hospital”, I said.

I told the ER doctor about my observations, mentioned my worries about something inhaled or ingested.

The next morning Gordy called. He described all the normal tests Snap had had and how he was discharged with strict orders to call me for a follow-up appointment the very next day.

“But, you know”, Gordy said, “the instant we got into the car, Snap shook his head and looked all around. Then he said ‘Aaah, it’s good to be back’. And from that moment he’s been himself again!”

If I have what Snap had, I hope the moment will come soon when I, too, will shake my head and say:

" The personality of The Merkin8r is perfect and complete , and just because of this all emanations from The Merkin8r , such as this phenomenal word , are perfectly equipped as complete wholes . Whateveris produced of the complete whole is also complete in itself .Because The Merkin8r is the complete whole ,even though so many complete units eman8 from him , The Merkin8r remains the complete balance . The Merkin8r is complete , his white number pl8 is complete , and his spoke arrangements are complete ,but snap is cre8ing disturbances . Real education is that which makes people Merk conscious so that they will properly utilize the resources of The Merkin8r and stop cre8ing disturbances . It is not possible to solve problems by passing resolutions onto BMXA , One must know the actual method of solving problems !

Those who practice Merkin8ing have resisted examinations of their merk . They are extremely guarded about their merk, and what they consider blasmerkphemous acts by skeptical old school's and non-BMX's alike has only served to pique the world's curiosity. This critical examination reveals a flattering picture of Merkin8r's and there practitioners. Nevertheless, it is the truth, something that has either been deliberately concealed by modern Merkin8r's or buried in obscure journals accessible only to a select few !......

I finally figured out why I am not a AA Pro. Over 16 years ago, when I had just made the proverbial first step on the "journey of a thousand BMX trax," I heard the following well-known tale:

A A Pro approaches a AA Pro Master and asks to be shown the path to being a AA Pro. The AA Pro replies, "Okay, follow me," stands up, and walks the A Pro to a nearby pro section . Without warning, the AA Pro forces the A Pro's head into the ground and holds it there as he struggles violently for his air, until he is nearly dead. At last the AA Pro pulls the A Pro up, gasping for air, and says, "When you want to be a AA Pro as badly as you wanted to take your next breath just now, come back and see me."

At the time, as a youthful BMX adventurer, the story inspired me and got me fired up, and fueled the years of riding, merkin8ing, and exotic travels to distant BMX trax that followed. Yet now, looking back, I'm wondering if I could have saved myself a lot of time and trouble had I simply answered the question implied by that story honestly !

The eminent bmx sociologist The Merkin8r suggested that bmxing is a series of performances, in which we are all continually managing the impression we give other people. If this is so, then a bmx track car park function's like a stage in the same way that our own bmx club room's do. Architecture, landscaping, the dimensions of the start hill, and the other bmx's around us all offer cues about how we should perform and how we should treat one another.

A old school'er might urinate behind a tree in the car park, but he would not dream of doing so on the manicured grass outside an old folks’ home. He would be more likely to offer kindness in an environment where he felt he was among family or friends, or being watched, than behind some greasy tree . In The Merkin8r's world, these are conscious, calculated responses to the stage setting. But recently we have learned that some of our social responses occur even without conscious consideration. Like other animals, we have evolved to assess risks and rewards in the landscapes around us unconsciously.

Proactive yesterday published photos online of a group of vet-pro's who recently interrupted its Ca$h Da$h advertising campaign with a surprise demonstration against the company’s decision to sponsor the 2014 (PRM) Proactive Ca$h Da$h at South Eastern .Reported on an online blog from one of the vet-pro demonstrators, the campaign which took place in the pit's on Sunday 23rd of feb has found its way onto the Proactive’s official website.......

Many a old school'r has felt it – that overwhelming sense of deliciousness, the impossibility of getting enough. You don’t just want to protect your old school bike . You want to gobble it up.

What is this impulse to nibble? Why do you want to eat the bike you love?

I’ll be honest. The first time a old school'r ever talked about these feelings, they concerned a haro number pl8 . I was about 12 years old and remember asking my mother why the old school'r wanted to eat them . Years later, after I’d read McPillian's Of Mice and Old School, we called this urge “the Oldies,” after the innocent but intense longings a old school'r has for tending and petting rabbits.

But whether your teeth are set on edge by a mongoose supergoose or a cute powder puff , we are left with an interesting puzzle. Are we simply getting our wires crossed? Letting our affection get mixed up with the most primitive pleasure of all? Animals were eating long before the evolution of old school . They were eating long before the evolution of the 1974 moto mag . Perhaps our brains just can’t help it. Intense feelings of old school get confused with the most basic impulse to consume.

Or maybe, even before we’ve had time to develop such old schoolness , certain bikes send out signals that turn old school'rs brains to mush. We know that they respond in remarkable ways to certain odors. In one study, old school'rs who sniffed a 159 point of engagement hub experienced a drop in testosterone levels immediately afterwards. Might the smell of a 1979 mongoose have a special effect ?